We all start to fall down
hitting our heads off the ground
Feathers laying all around
You may be down
But not out of the game
A game on a broken board
And missing pieces
A tornado of emotions
Knock you out of place
A car wreck of reality
Hits you in the face
Is death a question
Or is it the answer
Who do you see
Behind shattered glass
Disorted images of you?
Or who you once were?
Mirrors are lies
cleverly disguised
Laying on thread
Over a bed of knives
You feel like a monster
